My own world
This world is only real to those
Who can see it and live in it
But my world is much more
It’s a place where imagination and creation
Can roam free without being criticized and
Thrown away
It’s a place where the impossible becomes
Reality and where dreams become life
But only those who let these things flow
Within their body can find this place and make
It there own
In this place, many things live, die and
Have fun
How is dying fun? Its not, but this place
Makes it feel okay and this place feels
Like an escape from criticizing eyes
This is a place where it becomes yours
And a whole new world to venture into
And find your true self and your
True being
A place that you can use as a getaway
When you are attacked or when you
Need time to think things through
And when you need a place to call
Home…
